Chapter 163 Guilty Conscience

Rafe’s POV   I lay stretched out on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, but my mind was miles away. The darkness in my room was thick, almost suffocating, yet I couldn’t find the peace I desperately needed. Instead, all I felt was a relentless storm of confusion, anger, and betrayal swirling inside me. Every breath I took seemed shallow, ragged, as if I was fighting to hold myself together.   Aurora’s face haunted me—her sly smile, her commanding tone, the way she looked at me like I was just another pawn in her game. But now, everything felt different. I’d been played, manipulated, used like a tool to serve her own ends. I kept asking myself—did she really care about me? Or was I just another piece she tossed aside once she had what she wanted?   I clenched my fists against the sheets, feeling the ache in my ribs from the recent fights. The pain was real, but it was nothing compared to the ache inside—this gnawing doubt that she had used me. That I’d been a fool to trust her. I’d alway